Haunted the Ghost of my past becomes me.
A battlefield in my head echo's.
Screams the life I once had torture me.
Thin silver marks spiral my skin, elegant in there lines of pain twisted into the reminders.
The ghost of a past never to be . my future cursed screams out at me.
the voice in my head traps me
"Pain then, pain now, there is no escape"
memories litter my mind
fractures of my heart litter their floor
my reflection broken . I am a stranger. a no body. who am I? but smoke and dust in the wind
it is who I am and who I will be
no where to hide, truth shadowed by lies
my haunted past becomes me
my haunted past is me..
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my past becomes me...
Poetry'Haunted by the ghost of my past. A battle field of chaos in my head' this is a slightly dark poem about in unstable mental state I experienced
